So quick note: i live!!! My last test is on thursday, then Im free!!! I just have to finisj my classroom diorama project then im good until the second round of finals in 3 weeks :')

Some of the requests are done, but im waiting to finish a few more so i can spam yall with updates >:)

In the meanwhile, take a small bit of a terrornuckel book ive been working on for a while now :)

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“We… we had been married,” Ryan mumbles. He sips his coffee, a nervous sigh escaping him as he's fidgeting in his seat. He then looks down at Brock with a weary, faraway look in his eyes. “He was my husband. We… we got married right when he graduated high school, my second year of college. We adopted a baby, a baby boy, right as I started my job at the vet’s place.”

Ryan pauses, his eyes closed and a pained expression painting his features. “Bryce loved him. To death. I did.. I did too. His name… his name doesn't matter. What matters,” Ryan says quietly, looking at Brock, “What matters is that you should know that things didn't work out. Our… our son got sick. He was a little werewolf, like me, and… well…”

Brock notices the way Ryan glances out at the moon in the sky, ominous green light shining down on the forest surrounding them. He frowns. “He's dead?”

“I… yeah. He's gone.” Ryan gives a weak, half hearted laugh as he wipes tears from his eyes. “He would've been about your age, I think, if he was still here now. You're, what, fifteen? Maybe… maybe a bit older."

Brock's frown deepens. He doesn't know how to feel about this. Ryan's not even forty. How does someone move so fast through life, then still be able to go about life so calmly after it all falls apart?

Brock silently decides that Ryan and Bryce are easily some of the strongest people he knows.

He thinks for a second, before looking up at Ryan curiously. “What was his name?”

“His name? Oh….” Ryan gives a tiny smile, glassy eyes cast out the window. “His name was Luke. He was eight when he died, and he loved cars, coffee, and somehow inherited Bryce’s love for cats.”

Luke… Brock will have to remember that. His name was Luke.

“Do… do you ever see Jonathan?”

“Hm? Ah, I do, yeah. Bryce takes good care of my little man. He's doing well. Have you seen him try to sing the Ninja Turtles theme song? It's adorable.” Ryan's smile is bigger now, more genuine. It makes Brock feel better.

Ryan glances over at Brock. “You should be going to bed soon, you know. You have school tomorrow. I think Bryce would run over and kick my ass if I let you stay up any longer.”